I was now face to face with the castle moat, which was, indeed, very wide and very deep. Alas! I could not swim, and my chance of escape seemed of a truth hopeless, as, doubtless, it would have been had I not espied a boat tied to the wall by a r... Read more of Crossing The Moat at Math Puzzle.caInformational Site Network Informational.ca
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The Lament Op Llywarch Hen
The bright hours return, and the blue sky is ringing ...

The Mother To Her Child After Its Father's Death
My gentle child, thou dost not know Why still on thee ...

To The Lark
"Sentinel of the morning light! Reveller of the...

The Dawn
Streaking the mantle of deep night The rays of light ...

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Address To Morfydd After She Married His Rival
Too long I've loved the fickle maid, My love is turned to ...

The Lily And The Rose
Once I saw two flowers blossom In a garden 'neath the h...

The Grove Of Broom
The girl of nobler loveliness Than countess decked in go...

Pennillion
Cymry, and was much practised in the houses of the Welsh g...

The Lord Of Clas
The Lord of Clas to his hunting is gone, Over plain and...

Dafydd Ap Gwilym's Invocation To The Summer To Visit Glamorganshire,
Where he spent many happy years at the hospitable mansion o...

Gwilym Glyn And Ruth Of Dyffryn
In the depth of yonder valley, Where the fields are bright...

Walter Sele
O'er Walter's bed no foot shall tread, Nor step unhallo...

The Cuckoo's Tale
Hail, bird of sweet melody, heav'n is thy home; With the...

The Bard's Long-tried Affection For Morfydd
All my lifetime I have been Bard to Morfydd, "golden m...

Under The Orchard Tree
Under the deep-laden boughs of the orchard Walks a maid...

The Rose Of The Glen
Although I've no money or treasure to give, No palace or c...

To The Daisy
Oh, flower meek and modest That blooms of all the soonest,...

Ode To Cambria
Cambria, I love thy genius bold; Thy dreadful rites, and...

The Song Of The Fisherman's Wife
Restless wave! be still and quiet, Do not heed the win...

My Native Land
My soul is sad, my spirit fails, And sickness in my he...



Taliesin's Prophecy






Category: The Patriotic.

A voice from time departed, yet floats thy hills among,
O Cambria! thus thy prophet bard, thy Taliesin sung,
The path of unborn ages is trac'd upon my soul,
The clouds, which mantle things unseen, away before me roll.

A light, the depths revealing, hath o'er my spirit passed;
A rushing sound from days to be swells fitful on the blast,
And tells me that for ever shall live the lofty tongue,
To which the harp of Mona's woods by Freedom's hand was strung.

Green island of the mighty! {87a} I see thine ancient race
Driv'n from their fathers' realm, to make the rocks their dwelling place!
I see from Uthyr's {87b} kingdom the sceptre pass away,
And many a line of bards and chiefs, and princely men decay.

But long as Arvon's mountains shall lift their sovereign forms,
And wear the crown to which is giv'n dominion o'er the storms,
So long, their empire sharing, shall live the lofty tongue,
To which the harp of Mona's woods by Freedom's hand was strung.





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